RolePlay "A fresh Start"

[Leo]

Oops, I must have slipped into a daydream. Well, I better catch up with them.

Black fumbles around in his pocket for a few seconds, and finally pulls out a small vile containing a purple fluid. Oh Lords of the sky, grant me the ability to fly! He empties the vile into his mouth. Black takes off in the direction of Vaasburg, traveling faster than the wind. He arrives at the port of Vaasburg.

[Meliva]

Emily see's Black flying into the port and waves him over. She quickly fills him in on what they learned as she looks to the cathedral.

If my sister was telling the truth, then what was stolen from you and me should be hidden in there. Along with something that drove away most of the locals.

Emily get's behind Black and Shade and pulls out a small red knife.

Since I'm rather squishy being an unarmored witch, I'll be walking behind you 2. Ready your weapons and say any prayers you might have.

[Leo]

Yeah, about that... I think I lost my gun while flying here. Mind if I stop in that shop to buy me a new one?

[Meliva]

Emily shrugs

I mean, I don't think anyone is still in the port, so you'll probably have to just break in and take a gun honestly. But yeah, take whatever you need from the shops. Would be a bit stupid to go into a possible fight unarmed.

[Leo]

I'm never unarmed.

Black flings himself through a boarded up window of an old antique shop. About 2 minutes later, he emerges with nothing short of an arsenal: Two pistols, a crossbow, three daggers, a dozen explosives and a sword that glowed an ominous purple.

Now I'm ready.

[Argo]

From his perch upon the undead Admirals shoulder, Parrot eyes Black and all the weapons.

'oh dear " He manages a raspy squawk
- " No no...we cant go there - its horror, a mess - no no -Not the cathedral..Im not going back - bad things there - not the cathedral....no..."
He flaps his wings with all his might and tries to fly off but for all his strenuous efforts his feet remain clamped. He begins to panic and fears he will just pass out any moment. He manages to finds a raspy voice,

'hey Admiral- there's more jewels and gold hidden in this town than you know - and I know where many more are - if you will just take us there instead of the cathedral...what you say Mr Admiral?"

[Henry Avery]

He turned his head to the parrot. And what, exactly, might this be? Magical artifacts? I care only for on artifact. A cutlass, lost to me long ago. Umbra. A powerful weapon, to give rise to the dead.

[Argo]

Parrots eyes pop wide as he sees a chance to avoid going back to the cathedral. He ponders to himself >but what of this magical cutlass? I will have to deal with that later - right now I'm doing what I can to avoid the cathedral<

He clears his throat and says, " Aye, that be correct Admiral - all sorts of magical cutlasses and..and stuff - I promise I have seen them and can take you to them.. c'mon,,let'shurry away... what do ye say?"

[Henry Avery]

The admiral turned a cold glare on the parrot's feathery visage that seemed to stare into his soul. You lie, parrot. We march to the cathedral.

[Argo]

[i]Parrot groans.[/i]